InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ So Emotional ❯ Part Seven ( Chapter 7 )

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WOW! Three different updates in a week, I'm surprised by myself! This chapter was one of my favorites and you'll understand when you finish reading! lol It's getting interesting. I'll be starting on a new chapter for this and "Getting to know you" next and let's hope that I keep myself on this writing spree!



So Emotional


By Miztikal-Dragon


Part Seven


Child, don't follow me home
You're just too perfect for my hands to hold
If you choose to stay, you'll throw it all away
And I just want to take your innocence



"Innocence"--Halestorm


Of all the emotions that Sesshomaru could have felt, it was odd that he was unable to decide between being upset with Rin’s departure from his home or being relieved that her mind had obviously been on the same track as his own. Of course her departure simply did not phase him at first; after all, hadn’t it originally been his plan to dump her to the side and put her under his hidden labels of ‘hazardous mistakes’? Yes, he reminded himself level-headedly, he had decided, like he always would to remove her from the picture; thus removing any temptation that he might find himself harboring. Only she beat him to the punch, severing ties before he got the chance.


Then again, maybe that was the real problem behind his mind’s apparent refusal to keep the girl from fading into the background. He didn’t like the idea that he’d been dumped, even by a mere child he was planning on discarding. Nobody discarded him--he was Sesshomaru. Most women he had been with in the past had to be instructed to leave or he had left first; in fact, there weren’t many he could honestly remember ever bringing home to his territory. Nevertheless, he classified Rin as a special case. It was only a temporary lapse of intelligent judgment on his behalf, one that he was not willing to make again so soon. He had to remind himself that Kagura was well aware of exactly where he lived, he had bedded her on more than several occasions and though the woman was proving to be quite dim-witted, she was an intelligent woman who deserved some chase. Maybe not much, but a hint of it at least.


The worst part hadn’t been Rin leaving for Sesshomaru, because he easily slipped back into his routine. It was his idiot brother who seemed hell-bent on making this more complicated than it needed to be. Sesshomaru cursed InuYasha under his breath and to his half brother’s face upon the received wedding invitation seven months after the night he chose to forget. The expensive and no doubt beautiful parchment informing Sesshomaru of a wedding, a joyous occasion and a request for his R.S.V.P, not forgetting a childish and sarcastic note written by his mangy brother which they both knew Sesshomaru could not ignore.


So begrudgingly, he donned a tuxedo and went to the rehearsal dinner and then, despite his wanting to, his half brother’s wedding. To his surprise, it wasn’t a complete waste and if anything, it had been a rather beautiful ceremony (not that he would admit it out loud). It was an outside debacle, arrays of whites, greens, blues and even a lavender or two and that was only the flowers. Now, Sesshomaru hadn’t shown up to ruin InuYasha’s big day, since, that amongst other things were below him, he was simply making an appearance out of obligation and nothing else. Nothing had been expected of him and though it bothered him just a tad, he brushed it from his thoughts. He didn’t want to have to get his fingers dirty in his brother’s affairs and the younger man understood.


For such a small ceremony, it was a big affair and as far as his observant eyes could see were people. He wasn’t sure how many of them were family of either party or friends, none of them instantly recognizable by him, but it was as if an enormous flock of seagulls dressed in bright and gaudy colors (courtesy of the female persuasion) landed in front of him. A disgusting parade. He could understand the mechanics behind a marriage, especially one made of power and money, an arranged marriage, but not the fickle emotion people often spoke of--Love.


The four letter word wasn’t tangible, nothing but a chemical imbalance brought on by lust, pathetic daydreams, and let us not forget, stupidity. To him love was something poor people made up to make an excuse for their existence, a pipe dream of hope they wanted to believe was real. Love was nonsense and to see that his brother; albeit, half brother was so thoroughly sucked into the charade was not surprising. Love and hope, hope and love, both four letter words and both ridiculous lies and they were beneath him in every sense.


Sesshomaru watched the merry charade, twirling guests, happy chatter and the makings of inebriation. It was safe to say that he was bored and wishing that he had thought to bring something to occupy his mind with anything other than his thoughts. He should have stuck around long enough for the ceremony to end and that should have been it, he should have left and continued on with his day as if it had never been interrupted and yet he didn’t.


Halfway through the after party InuYasha and Kagome went around the banquet hall thanking people for coming, the long white strapless dress decidedly breathtaking even to Sesshomaru. They had expressed their appreciation at his arrival and he had obligingly given his congratulations, which the three of them knew he only party felt, if that and his brother graced Sesshomaru with a Cheshire grin.


“Rin’s here,” Sesshomaru felt his heart drop into his stomach, it wasn’t his brother’s attempt at conversation, but a statement that shook silent laughter from the younger man.


He told himself he didn’t care that she was there and he said such coldly to InuYasha, yet the grin only widened and the urge to bring violence to the rather peaceful wedding had almost been uncontrollable. Despite the need to make the groom turn into a pile of bloody regret, Sesshomaru grit his teeth and was grateful that the now happy bride had pulled his pathetic half brother away from his certain death. It was the best decision made that day, he mused.


The seed however, had been planted and Sesshomaru found himself searching for her amongst the crowd, his amber eyes hunting her down as his next prey and it took a ridiculous amount of time until he captured her. Once he spotted her, he understood why it had taken him so long and she stole his attention like she had the night he had given into his weakness and her temptation. She wasn’t dressed as if she were at a wedding, in fact, she was rather casual in her button up white collared shirt, the long sleeves rolled up to her elbows and the rather short faded denim skirt and a pair of black flats.


Her cheeks and neck were stained pink, probably from embarrassment and shame, he mentally scoffed as he drank her in from his place across the room. She had to be dimwitted dressed as she was and he criticized her every move, the way her hands were clasped together in front of her, strands of her hair spilling over her shoulders as she leaned forward to accept a beverage, preferably non-alcoholic he berated. She was nervous, he could tell by the way her shoulders were tensed, the straightness of her stance and when her eyes brushed past his gaze he saw her stiffen considerably.


His thoughts were going south as Rin’s bottom lip disappeared underneath her teeth and he tried suppressing the shiver that hit him like lightning. He remembered how deliciously far that blush of hers could go, how her blunted fingernails dug into his skin and her breathless calls for more and he felt himself hard of breathing for a moment. How could she do this to him, even now when he had forced her from his mind? How did she had this power over him when he had not allowed her to have it?


The truth was that if she had stayed and done the typical obnoxious girl thing, he would have sent her packing faster than it took to blink, but she hadn’t and it left an impression on him. He wondered what had been going on in her mind when she left him a note that simply said ‘thanks, I had fun’, and nothing else. What was her real reasoning for leaving him? Was it that she was aware that nothing would ever come of their night of ‘passion’ if he used it loosely in reference to himself, or was it that maybe she thought too highly of herself; that she believed she was in fact, too good for him?


His last thought was absurd, no girl, woman-child, or being was too good for him. They weren’t good enough in his eyes and he felt irritation and even anger tickle his senses. He didn’t like the train of thought he was having, didn’t like the questioning why Rin had affected him so, had him so wrapped up, but he was determined to figure out why. There had to have been a logical explanation, one that coincided with his belief, that she had sobered up to the knowledge that he was out of her league, way out of it and to pursue him would be futile. Yes, that sounded better than the alternative which wouldn’t leave him be.


He wanted answers to the questions running rampant in his mind. He had to know her reasoning for leaving like she had or else it would turn into an obsession that he didn’t know how to control. It was hard forcing his eyes from her person, almost impossible; however, he managed it without drawing attention to himself. The soft tapping on his shoulder was the strength he clung to and coolly glancing over his shoulder, he avoided letting our a heavy sigh. Wasn’t one congratulations enough for his new sister-in-law? The smile she gave him was annoying, nevertheless, he dragged his attention away from Rin and onto the bride in front of him.


“Dance?” She asked, her eyes watching him with a knowing expression and his immediate reaction was the need to snub his nose at her and walk away. “Please.”


This time he did sigh over exaggeratedly, his hands gently pulling Kagome into his arms. The song was slow and cliché and the only reason he didn’t take his leave was because the girl in front of him was able to keep up with his lead. It was obvious to him who exactly had been paying attention to the dancing classes suggested for the bride and groom and he would have complemented her if he had been less arrogant.


Her white gown fluttered around them, she was like a flower of white, her lace veil falling down her shoulders like a waterfall and her small blush coloring her cheeks pink. He hated to admit it to himself as it was against his policy of admitting to anything remotely incriminating to his persona, though he did, if only mentally that Kagome made a beautiful bride. There was no way he was going to relay it out loud, not to anyone and the woman swaying in his arms knew as much if not more.


No matter how beautiful the bride was it didn’t keep his eyes glued to her, or his thoughts focused on the steps and timing, it only seemed a mean to the end. His eyes sought out the girl who was currently tormenting him, straining to catch those overly expressive eyes and dare her to try and escape. Where he glanced however, it seemed that Rin was purposely void of it, as if she was avoiding him, or merely a distant dream that kept him in purgatory.


“I want to personally thank you for everything you’ve done for InuYasha and myself,” Kagome’s voice floated into his ears attempting to steal his full attention and in spite he only allowed her half. “You’ve really given me my happy ending Sesshomaru and I don’t think I could ever repay you.”


“It is unnecessary,” he told her following a bobbing head only for it not to be whom he thought it was. “I did not do it for either of you. Do not dwell on the past.”


Kagome smiled at Sesshomaru, her light blush deepening as her eyes focused on something in front of her. Her fingers curled on his shoulder, the one in his hand squeezing his gently with understanding. Sesshomaru figured that with him he could come to respect Kagome, after all, any woman who could handle his half brother with elegant ease always had high marks in his book and the best feature was that she wasn’t like other women who prodded for gossip, she simply took whatever answer he offered and left it at that. Now that was something to admire in a woman and in his opinion, InuYasha had been extremely lucky to acquire her.


“I think someone wants to cut in,” Kagome’s eyes sparkled and she pulled him closer as if whispering a secret into his ear. “Rin’s a good girl, please don’t break her heart.”


Her hands released him and delicate fingers pointed behind him and curiously Sesshomaru turned, his gaze immediately catching Rin staring the two of them down, her eyes unblinking and he felt something begin to stir in his stomach. He gave the bride a silent nod of his head in thanks and headed away from the dance floor, never once wavering as he closed the space between Rin and himself.


Sesshomaru could have been cliché and thought that time slowed down and all he could pay attention to was the girl in denim, that she was the only thing that occupied his mind but it was both stupid and completely untrue. If anything it was the exact opposite. He noticed everything that was going on around him, in fact, it was as if it had intensified a hundred fold. He caught sight of two males near her, one with Sandy colored hair-he was yelling at the boy in front of him, the one with shaggy black hair who looked just as angry if note more.


They were fighting and it was probably about adolescent things, but he noticed that whatever conversation the two males held it made Rin uncomfortable. Her eyes no longer held his, they stared down at her feet, a beaten down expression on her face as if she were being chastised by her father for doing something that wasn’t approved of. Honestly, she looked out of place and smaller than he remembered, was she eating right? Was she getting enough sleep?


It annoyed him that he felt concerned because he never felt it with other women. Why would he care to be concerned about the others, they were of no consequence to him, but apparently Rin was. Sesshomaru reminded himself that he was going to Rin to confront her, demand answers to his questions and the importance of the situation, but when her eyes trapped him it wasn’t as urgent as before.


“S-Sesshomaru,” she sounded surprised and he remembered how much he had liked her surprise.


“Come Rin,” his eyes brushed over to the two males again noting how their conversation came to an abrupt stop and both of them watched Sesshomaru, one with a smug grin and the other with anger and possibly hatred.


Rin stood and stared at him for a moment and then with a glance to her other male companions, she followed Sesshomaru away from the endless crowd. For sure, Sesshomaru thought that they would have uninvited company and he was surprised when it was just the two of them. The lighting was softer than where they had been, more of an intimate setting and he cursed himself as his body stirred in reaction to his close proximity to Rin. She was uncomfortable, the tense muscles in her shoulder gave her away, yet she appeared more relaxed than she had been not long before.


“Very casual for a wedding aren’t we?” It was the first question that slipped from his lips and he couldn’t help but smirk when her cheeks flushed red in embarrassment.


“I-I have to go to work soon and I don’t really own anything nicer than this,” she told him biting on her lower lip.


The action teased him, tortured him even more so than the memory of her that he horded and his made his mouth instantly dry. There was something about Rin that he could not get around, could not ignore and for a brief second he didn’t care if he was at a wedding or not because he wanted her. He had to pull himself together, to keep his thoughts on safe grounds or else he would make another mistake and repeat his last encounter with the woman in front of him and he wasn’t sure if that would be a wise decision.


“Been busy?” Small talk was never a good trait of his, not when he preferred silence to idle chatter.


“There never seems to be an end,” tears filled her eyes as she ran her fingers through her hair. “Between work and Ah-Un and the vet bill I don’t have a moment to myself. I feel so overwhelmed.”


“New boyfriend I assume, this Ah-Un?” The thought of Rin having someone else already was not an appealing feeling. The very idea had jealousy snapping it’s ugly jaws at his chest and he mentally tried beating it down back into a dark corner to analyze it at a later time.


“No,” she snorted wiping away the moisture that slipped down her face. “Ah-Un, they are my dogs. I found them after--well after my birthday and I couldn’t let them go. They are the only things I have left that keep me together.”


More tears swam in Rin’s eyes and his heart clenched painfully in his chest. He wasn’t liking this change in him. It was alien, different and not a territory he was used to traveling on. She looked so helpless and lost that he couldn’t stop himself from touching her, his hand brushing away the fallen moisture and he found himself caught. Fire erupted along his skin at the touch, traveling over his entire body and it took his breath away. Sesshomaru became ensnared, a prisoner to his desire and he had no choice but to ask for more.


His lips brushed over Rin’s with more tenderness than he was feeling, his body molding against hers and when she relented the fire only grew. His heart was pounding in his chest as her finger’s pulled him roughly towards her, her instant desire devouring him and he felt his control slipping. Her gasps and hushed moans egged him on, his hands slipping underneath her shirt and feeling the silky smooth skin he had been denying himself. The feelings rampaging in him were stronger than they were the first time he had taken her and he knew now that there was no way he could rid himself of her. Rin was different because it now was him chasing her, she was inadvertently making him work for anything and though she still gave in, she had already caught him in her web of innocence and he still wanted more.


“S-Sesshomaru,” very voice had grown more husky, her lightly painted lips bruised and swollen from his less tender kisses. “We-I can’t… I h-have to w-w-work later.”


He couldn’t resist the urge to convince her that what he wanted to give her was more rewarding than work could ever be and her body trembled under his. They wouldn’t be staying until the end that was for sure, he had to have more of her than just teasing touches and stolen kisses. Sesshomaru honestly didn’t think he could stop himself at this point. He was past the point of no return and he wanted it all because he was a selfish creature at heart.


“Let’s go.” He nipped at her neck, his fingers sliding underneath her padded bra and he felt her gasp all the way down to his straining desire. “I need you.”


“O-oh… S-Sessh- P-please.” He grinned against her neck as Rin arched into his touch, she wouldn’t refuse him and they both knew it.



E/N: I think we all know how this ends! lol YAYZ! I think it's pointless to tell you who Rin's male companions were, it's way obvious! Oh, how the drama continues. As always, please REVIEW! lol lemme know if you like what I'm doing, or else the zombies will get you.